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Forgive me.
I'm falling at your feet,
blinded by admiration!
Mr Minister...
I mean it. I'm pleased to meet you.
I can't say I saw the film.
Really?
I only saw you. The film can wait.
You light up troubled times.
Did it shock you?
Lord, no! It's what we need.
A little escapism...
And with you around, all our worries fade.
Will there be a war?
Please! People ask me that 100 times a day!
Not you...
Not tonight!
See you Thursday!
Viviane!
Go away!
Listen!
You can tell them what you like!
Mr Auger! Phone!
It's you!
How did you get my number?
You called her in Dijon?
She must have wondered...
Can I what?
Slow down, I don't understand.
It's late. Why not tomorrow morning?
I am pleased. What's going on?
I'm pleased, I said. Just calm down.
I don't have your address.
Just a second...
Let me note it.
Where have you been? I was worried. Come in.
Are you cold? You're shivering.
It's emotion.
At seeing me again?
It's been a long time.
Nice place...
It's not finished.
I saw it in a magazine but...
Keep it on.
We're not staying in?
What then?
Come on.
What's wrong, Viviane? What's happened?
That.
- Is he... - Yes, he fell.
From up there?
- You were down here? - No, up there.
Did you...
No, I didn't! He slipped.
He just fell?
I slapped him.
Why?
He was drunk. He pounced on me.
What can we do?
What do you mean?
Stop!
Don't touch anything!
I'll call the police.
Not the police!
Let me handle it.
- It's an accident. - Who'd believe that?
It was self-defence. He slipped.
Honestly, Frédéric, can't you imagine the scandal?
The papers will only hound me with it.
Think of my new film!
- Try to calm down. - Leave me.
I was wrong. I thought you could... I don't know...
that you'd help me...
- What did he do? - Who?
Him!
Business.
- What kind? - All kinds.
He backed Midnight Ball. You saw it?
- Of course. - Put him down.
- Did you like it? - What?
The film!
Sort of.
Did I sing well?
Very well.
I was dubbed. I'm so pleased
you couldn't tell!
- What do you want? - His car keys.
- He's bleeding. - He fell.
Come on.
- It's a river? - No, a canal.
- Is it deep? - Don't worry.
- Want me to come? - No, go back inside.
Clean everything up.
I'll call you tomorrow.
I knew it.
What?
That you'd help.
You'd forgotten me.
You never got in touch!
Your life was too crowded.
War or peace?
Peace at stake
The mysterious death of André Arpel
Please, don't get up!
Forgive me.
It's hard to reach you.
Yes, these days...
What is it?
You seem tired. Are events worrying you?
No, it's not that.
Can I confide in you?
You said such kind things to me.
Please do.
Did you know André Arpel? He's dead.
I know.
I knew him, long ago. Perhaps you heard?
I'd stopped seeing him.
Now the police want
to see me next week but I won't go.
Are you listening?
Why won't you go?
Can you imagine the papers?
They have bigger concerns.
You don't know them!
I don't?
Why are you here?
I refuse to see the police!
I'm not the police chief!
You could call him.
Perhaps. I'll think about it.
Jeanne Lanvin.
I'm sorry?
Your perfume...
Yes, "Scandale".
I'm very fond of it.
You could call him now.
- Who? - The police chief.
I can't just now but I will, I promise.
I don't know why you're so worried over nothing.
Didn't they arrest his killer?
Mr Auger? I'm Vouriot, your court-appointed lawyer.
I can't take care of you now, I've been called up.
- I leave tomorrow. - But who...
I'll be back soon.
It'll all be over in three weeks. Not even Hitler wants war.
He'll make peace, you'll see.
So behave. You're better off here.
Seen the magistrate?
Of course. Things are all over the place.
I've read your statement.
We'll see about that later. So you stole the car?
Not knowing the owner was in the boot?
Tell the police what you like
but be straight with me or get another lawyer.
What did you do with the gun?
What gun?
That fellow, Arpel, had been shot.
You didn't know that?
A few months later...
Everybody out!
- What's up? - We're leaving!
- What's going on? - The Germans are coming!
- Where are they? - A day away. Want to wait?
- Cut it out! - Do you mind?
Any idea where they're taking us?
Down South. Where else?
We won't be alone on the roads. This'll be fun.
Come on.
What are you doing?
Shut up!
Your turn.
Don't stay here!
Bloody thing!
Francœur Studios.
Who?
Viviane Denvert? No, she's not here.
There's no one left, no films, nothing.
What?
I don't know, sir, probably in Bordeaux.
They've all fled there, all the upper crust.
I'm staying here.
I'm learning German.
Your papers!
Are you crazy?
Just a bit of fun. How come you're here?
I got the last train too.
- Going to Bordeaux? - You too?
You bet, that's where it's all happening.
How did you get away?
I'll tell you later. Come on...
Here. I couldn't find a glass.
That's all right.
Blimey! You needed that!
This is a friend, Mr...
Auger.
Mr Auger.
She's at the Collège de France!
- Don't say that! - It's not true?
Look, no one cares.
What did I say?
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